1. |
Never Love A Wild Thing
06:52
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Never love a wild thing ‘cause your love is just a burden to them
Never love a wild thing ‘cause the only thing they long for is stars overhead
And the grass beneath their feet
Free, as far as the eye can see
Never love a wild thing ‘cause the names you call them are never truly theirs
Never love a wild thing ‘cause love is just a fancy cage to them
Never love a wild thing
Never love a wild thing
Never love a wild thing
‘Cause you’re meek as a lamb, Mr. Big Hunter Man
Never love a wild thing, ‘cause they the nameless; they are the free
Never love a wild thing ‘cause you’re not strong enough to let go
Never love a wild thing
Never love a wild thing
Never love a wild thing
‘Cause you’re meek as a lamb, Mr. Big Hunter Man
Never love a wild thing
Never love a wild thing
Never love a wild thing
‘Cause you’re meek as a lamb, Mr. Big Hunter Man
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2. |
Lord, It's Been So Long
02:32
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Lord, it’s been so long
I’m forgetting the taste of your skin on my tongue
I’m forgetting the things that I swore I would never forget
I’m forgetting the one worthwhile thing I ever have done
Lord, I’m losing all the details
Lord, I’m losing all the facts
No, I won’t have you again, love
But can I please have them back?
Lord, it’s been so long
And each day that passes I lose one more tiny detail
I hope these old memories aren’t much use to you now
But they’re all that I have and I’ve nothing to replace them with
Lord, I’m losing all the details
Lord, I’m losing all the facts
No, I won’t have you again, love
But can I please have them back?
Lord, it’s been so long
They say that your memory’s all that you take to the grave
I once felt the taste of your sweat on my mouth
Now it’s all gone, never to come back again
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3. |
Offend The Gods
16:03
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OFFEND THE GODS 10/VI/16
I.
Rain falls on my house
Rain falls on my heart
Blight falls on my crops
Spreads all through my land
My daughters disobey
And my son acts like no son of mine
They wound me with muttered words
And my castle turns to sand
All because I have offended the gods
I mocked thee
and the rain wouldn’t stop
--
II.
You think you’ve got it all sussed out
(He thinks he’s got it all sussed out)
Your words no more offend us, child
than ants offend the feet that crush them
Your tribute’s paid in blood and grain,
And not in words, and not in praise.
Rain falls, for it must
Rain falls, for it can
Rain falls for all men
Rain stops for no man
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III.
Oh, but I hear you!
I’m not deaf, little people
Oh, but I see you!
I’m not blind, little people
You run your mouths but
I’m not hurt, little people
I keep my cool, but
Know your place, little people
Maybe you’ll pay tomorrow, my little people
Maybe you’ll wait for ages, my little people
But when your time does come, oh my little people
All must bow down before me, my little people
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IV.
Falling, I’m falling, I break before my own weight and I’m falling
I brace myself to catch me as I’m falling, I’m eight feet from the ground
Elsewhere in the world, I lay in perfect stillness
I’m pregnant with a billion hungry lives and I’m six feet from the ground
I stagnate. I drive your roots to madness. I poison and I rot them.
I’ve lived upon this cold wet soil forever, I’m four feet from the ground.
The old man would brand his flesh a traitor. The young girl’s smile is brazen.
I live inside the wetness of her mouth and I’m two feet from the ground.
“Oh father, you would curse the skies for raining down, as they have done for ages,
yet call me an apostate for wielding an umbrella when it showers”
I’m everywhere at once. I see all truths as equal and I’m falling.
I brace myself for impact. I’m one foot from the ground.
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4. |
Taína (Glory! Glory!)
03:09
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It feels so strange to walk among a pantheon again
And witness the return of a once dying breed
For how the gods hungered, and withered, and fell
In the times of rank disbelief
O Apollo, whom do we follow?
Hephaestus, have you missed us?
Aphrodite, it seems so unlikely
Mnemosyne, how do I even begin to sing...
Glory, Glory to your name!
Glory on all the things you do!
All the Glory of our lands
Be bestowed upon you now!
Though nightly we have walked along the land of shapes and shadows
We bought into the lies of our waking lives
So quick to dismiss anything that doesn't fit
Into the reticle of supply and demand and supply and demand and supply and demand
But now our eyes have been forcibly opened
Now two worlds bleed into one
For the time of Taína is upon us
And we shall sing as one: Glory! Glory! Glory!
Glory, Glory to your name!
Glory on all the things you do!
All the Glory of our race
Be bestowed upon you now!
She's come to take us from our pain
She'll fill the emptiness inside
Glory, Glory to your name!
Glory on all the things you do!
All the Glory of our race
Be bestowed upon you now!
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Nadie debe entrar en tu corazón
Nadie debe ver lo que hay ahí
Un muro alrededor de tu corazón
Un error que no has de repetir
Y la soledad es tu adicción
Tu dolor se disfraza de paz
Y la soledad es tu adicción
Tienes que enfrentarlo, eres adicto a tu soledad
Lluvia fría cae en tu corazón
Lentamente muere algo en ti
Quiere despertar en tu corazón
Una voz que no toleras oír
Y la soledad es tu adicción
Tu dolor se disfraza de paz
Y la soledad es tu adicción
Tienes que enfrentarlo, eres adicto a tu soledad
Y yo solo quiero verte respirar
Y surgir, y surgir
Y yo solo quiero verte respirar
Y surgir, y surgir
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6. |
Heatwave
14:29
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7. |
Vino
05:00
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Mi futuro es un vino precioso
Que bebo, viendo los días pasar
Y trato de apreciar cada trago
Pero sé que si tardo en beberlo se va a evaporar
Espero en la fresca negrura
Confío en que siento lo que debiera sentir
Rodeado de cosas bonitas
Que llenan este vacío dentro de mí
Cae la arena
Nunca hay tregua
No hay indulto
Vuelve, tiempo
Y espero en las sombras
Y mi muerte, agazapada, me espera a mí
Quisiera recibirla como a un viejo amigo
Pero da tanto miedo perder lo que alguna vez fui
Cae la arena
Nunca hay tregua
No hay indulto
Vuelve, tiempo
No tengo tiempo para dudar
No tengo tiempo que perder
No tendré otra oportunidad
Para hacer lo que tengo que hacer
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